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You pick him up, brush him off, wipe his tears, hug his cheers. Then one day, all too soon,
boy stands up and speaks those words 'Duty, Honor, and Country'. I wonder where
he learned those words, a knowing parent proudly For now God controls his future miles.
A boy, almost man, proudly his new wings as he flys his C130 to Afghanistan. A parent
a weak-kneed good-bye too proud for words, I can not lie.
Minutes become hours, days become and months an eternity. An occasional satellite call
from the Middle East just to say "hello" and "I'm all right". These few spent creates such
a light.
The flicker from the computer monitor dances on the oh, it must be 3 am again, what a
feeling. Get up to check for breaking 2nd time tonight, that's not so bad. And I'll bet I'm
not the only Dad.
What's this I read; a skirmish in Afghanistan? Not much detail; I'll have to wait. No sleep -
it be late. A Texas based cargo plane misses the airdrop zone; no one knows why; no one
blames. The pallets splash in the river; there are no flames. With a heavy heart the
commander reacts; must retrieve pallets; we must all act.
I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, go too. Three fine young boys, almost men; and one brave young girl,
someone's daughter. four brave heroes depart on their fateful mission. Rapidly swept
downstream, too far to have known. They crossed that invisible where the hostility has
grown. Gunfire rings out; all are wounded; rescue team needed; Secure that area extreme
caution More gunfire and several combatants are lost; all enemy insurgents - their
cost. The commander announces a priority mission; retrieve our wounded and get them
safe. Get in get use the quickest route.
I'll go, I'll go, go, I'll go too. Four young boys, almost men; prepare their C130 to fly across
that invisible line. Loaded with nurses, medics and forces too, they land on a newly
airstrip, looking everywhere for a clue.
Load up the three young boys, almost men and one brave girl, someone's daughter.
Job well done; God's speed out; come on C130 - hurry the the pressure is on, it's a life
race.
But the plan is sometimes mystifying; all four wounded heroes lose their battle for life.
Their bodies land and heroes they are; But God takes their soles on a journey afar
This crew, now four strong men, are back in Bagram and in their canvas den; And on the
phone you hear - can't tell you anything Dad - but the news. We are all safe; all our crews
But four sets of parents got that news. And it occurred to me how much they too must
hate that News.
God our Heroes

wrritten by Jim Portale, Sr May
In honor of our men & women serving their country past, present and